Klein naturally noticed the disdain in Zerev's eyes, but he didn't care. "Zerev, if I were you, I would absolutely never agree to let Ophelia go save Tyler."
Zerev leaned against a tree trunk and chuckled softly. "Idiot. If Tyler really dies, he'll live in Ophelia's heart forever. None of us would ever be able to compete with him."
This was why a dead first love was the most formidable rival—because no one could ever surpass a ghost.
Klein was smart, and he understood the implication behind Zerev's words. Thus, he also came to agree with Zerev's decision to let Ophelia rescue Tyler. Even so, he still felt somewhat disgruntled.
He scoffed coldly, "I hope you won't regret this decision in the future." With that, he stormed off in a huff.
Zerev shook the waterskin in his hand, his eyes darkening like ink. He didn't know if he would regret it, but he did know one thing: after this incident, Ophelia would absolutely never dissolve their mate bond.
